Quotes About Solitude

There's a kind of secrecy in the world at this time of night, as if I'm allowed to see mysteries hidden in daylight.

Never again, he thought, would he be alone in the dark.

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

I want to be alone . . . said no bear ever. —The Traveler's Guide to Changelings (Revised Edition: 1897)

All my loves leave me in the winter snow.

Now, on nights that I can't sleep, I play video games alone until the morning.

And maybe you were thinking that you thought you knew me well But no one ever knows the heart of anyone else I feel like Garbo in this Late Night Grande Hotel 'Cos living alone is all I've ever done well

Sun, silence, and happiness.

in a county where romantic partners were as scarce as yaks.

interruption or a keep-behind-a-closed-door

The mountain was teaching me a hard lesson: camaraderie is a noble thing, but in the end death is an opponent each of us would face in solitude.

You're so unfair, Michiru…To leave into your own world…Don't leave me alone…-Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus

All'inizio non abbiamo parlato a cuore aperto perché non era virile. Adesso non parliamo perché abbiamo paura, ci vergogniamo, e ci sentiamo disperati, ognuno nella propria solitudine. E' difficile sapere quando siamo passati dalla prima fase alla seconda.

He could not hope to discover, let alone understand, what thoughts moved her as she sat holding his hand to her cheek. He was alone, in the smallness of the room, in the space within him. And yet they were both together, alone. He understood, as if the knowledge had been waiting for him in this windowless chamber. That was, at bottom, what it amounted to. To be alone, together.

It comes, I suppose," I said thoughtfully, speaking to the air, "of spending too much time alone indoors, and forgetting that living things don't always stay where you put them.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

What are other women really thinking, feeling, experiencing, when they slip away from the gaze and culture of men?

Independence, like honor, is a rocky island without a beach.

Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we will write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time.

Having soon discovered to be great, I must appear so, and therefore studiously avoided mixing in society, and wrapped myself in mystery, devoting my time to fasting and prayer.

It seemed to us that his sadness was that of a boy, the voluptuous heedless melancholy of a boy who has still not come down to earth, and moves in the arid, solitary world of dreams.

La quotidiana solitudine è l'unico mezzo che noi abbiamo di partecipare alla vita del prossimo, perduto e stretto in una solitudine uguale.

wandering, roofless and free, over the sun-scorched deserts. . . for in them we quite lost the trail of the twentieth century and of our materialistic and commercial civilization. . . Even the wrinkles and crow's feet that lined our white faces . . . were burned away. In the silence of the desert and the sweep of pure winds our souls were washed clean, till we too seemed true children of the Earth-Mother and the Sky-Father.

Anything you fully do is an alone journey.